okay, you lost all credibility with the first sentence. clothes by themselves never mean that a girl is asking for anything, much less to be stared at. i don’t fucking care if a woman goes out naked, she is not ~*~asking for it~*~.
also, the dress code doesn’t just prohibit dressing in a sexual way, it prohibits dressing just about any way at all. one of my best friends got a talking-to by the principal yesterday because her shirt - which she was wearing with a long-sleeved sweater - was two fingers under her collarbone, when the school’s rule clearly states that it can be less than four fingers. the principal - a middle-aged man who’s gross as fuck - told her to “keep it pulled up.”
another one got in trouble the day before that because she had a small, two-inch opening on the back of her sweater (which she’s worn all the time before without complaint from the administration) - an opening which didn’t show off so much as a strap.
as if that much isn’t enough, my chemistry teacher will go around to all the girls in her class and get them in trouble if they deign to show even a small bit of their undershirts.
so don’t fucking blame me if i am sick and tired of being punished for clothes that would literally distract no boy ever. you don’t know me, you don’t even know how i dress on a daily basis, so just stop.
in fact, the way i dress - and the way every single girl i know dresses - isn’t even vaguely sexual (not that i think clothes should be construed as sexual, but ok, i’m trying to dissect this in a way that your shitty anti-feminist mind can comprehend), it’s just being made out to be sexual. seriously. yesterday i wore a long-sleeved button up and a skirt that went down to my knees. please tell me how i’m a problem then.
furthermore, the fact that you know i’m 15 but also think that i’m the problem in this equation is… really disturbing. don’t you dare pretend like teenage girls are the perpetrators here.
and in case you don’t believe me, look at this outfit.
last year, the academic dean pulled me out of class for this dress. look at it. high collar. long sleeves. there’s no chance you can see any straps through it. so what was the problem?
my skirt was four inches above the knee.
so please, keep pretending like you’re the expert on me and what i wear daily if you want, but it’s sure as hell not going to get you anywhere on my blog.